Hello readers! I'm relatively new to this site, so please lemme know what you think! And these words were all taken from a random word list. And they're not in any way in chronological order. OK! READ! Warning! Contains mentions of cutting, abuse, and sexual situations.
Disclaimer: I don't own Carlisle or any of the Cullens, but I own Rachel
Cappuccino Carlisle watched as Rachelle downed her caffeinated drink. He didn't understand when she had gotten a flare for expensive Italian coffee.
Knife Rachel looked at the blade in her hand before she slid it across her wrist. She whimpered softly and watched as a drop of blood made a slow trail down her pale arm. "Rachel? Rachel, are you in here?" she heard. She quickly ran into the closet and hid. From here she saw Carlisle step inside. He looked around, then gasped. Rachel mentally slapped herself her now red-soaked glove on the floor.
Sword 'Unladylike', her mother had called it. A ridiculous pastime that only men should perform in. But for some reason, Rachel couldn't stay away. The rush she felt with the thrust and the cut. 'It's not unladylike,' she thought to herself, 'its self defense!'
Horse Carlisle watched as Rachel and her horse, Brushfire, cleared a hedge farther ahead of him She seemed do gentle. He urged his own horse forward so he could catch up with her. He had to make sure she didn't do anything stupid…again.
Concern Carlisle glanced down at Rachelle's uncovered wrists to see lash marks across them. She made a move to cover them up, but he grabbed them. "You promised me you would stop," he said. She yanked her hand back. "Why?" he asked desperately. She remained silent; Carlisle let out a frustrated sigh. "If you don't tell me, I'll tell both of our fathers." Tears formed in Rachel's eyes. "It helps me know I can feel." She said.
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